I met Lexi when we were 15 and in school together. We were both red heads, but hers was real. She was a force and we always laughed until we almost peed our pants. I had hoped she would marry my brother because she already felt like a sister. She was brilliant and magical with a childlike curiosity and playfulness with an artists eye. We never had an argument or bad time together, even in bad times. If she was there, it was a party. I don't think she knew how gorgeous she was. She had a tiny waist and a tummy that was literally flat as a board, and thick hair that almost reached her cute bubble butt. And don't get me started on those cat green eyes!
When I thought of opening my own hair salon when I was only 25 she told me to go for it absolutely with no hesitation. I am still at the same location 36 years later. She also gave wonderful decorating advice. She gave me the right encouragement at the right time.
She recently came over to my house and whipped it into a beautiful decorator place in one visit and mini shopping spree. She said throw that out, move that there, oh put that beautiful vase there, give that away, etc. Spruce up this bathroom..... bring that rose painting you did over here, grab those towels with roses and lets buy some coral tea towels and pale blush bath towel and matching rug. oh how yummy, see, see? And I did and I love the house so much with every touch she gave. She also helped me set up a beautiful table scape for every holiday.
We could talk and text about everything and anything. One time we wanted to trim our bikini lines into a heart. I did mine into an ok heart but hers looked like Micky Mouse and we laughed so hard that we had tears.
For my sixtieth birthday I had a sixties party and wanted to be Barbie. I'll be damned if she didn't make my face exactly Barbie down to the perfect blue shadow and layers of thick long lashes and her amazing makeup lasted forever. She even gave me a pouty pink lip.
We would spend time during the holidays together. Sometimes riding around candy cane lane singing carols, and lately having a Chinese food lunch on Christmas day with friends sharing all the different dishes.
We always called each other sister and said how much we loved and appreciated each other.
I have to stop now because I can't stop crying.